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The Villain Who Fell In Love

WARNING some chapters may trigger the reader. Emelia Beaumont first princess of the Redodel Empire and known as the Empire's flower. But soon her name was tarnished as the Empire fell onto the hands of the Vivian Empire. The two empires have been fighting for six years however victory reigned on the Vivan Empire, giving them access and power against the Redodel Empire. "I am not someone who would be a use to you," The platinum blonde girl coldly said to the black-haired guy who didn't seem to be fizzled by her words. Instead, it pinned his interest in her. "Are you sure? Because sooner or later you'll fall in love with me," The black-haired man answered with a sarcastic smile. "Fall in love? My frozen heart won't melt for you," She sneered as the two guards that pushed her down to the floor forced her to lower her head. "Then let's play a game, shall we? If you lose you are mine." Emelia laughed pathetically then answered, "No matter what challenge you bring to me I will overcome it." The black-haired man is named, Elliot Lucius Renaud. The current and youngest emperor of the Vivan Empire. Who fell in love with the princess of the Redodel Empire. The platinum blonde girl is named, Emelia Louis Beaumont the princess of the fallen empire. Who eventually fell in love with the Vivan Empire's emperor, Elliot. Is it fate or coincidence that brought them together? ======================================== Cover Art commissioned from: @laylee_hiu Join my server: https://discord.gg/SSvspaDbB2 NOTE: EDITING WILL COME ONCE THE BOOK IS COMPLETED NO STEALING OF THE ART. IT BELONGS TO ME

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The Journey VIII: Back To One

Her eyes fluttered, feeling the sunray hitting her face. Her mouth was slightly opened, gulping as her throat felt sore. She looks around her surroundings seeing the familiar furniture back when she was living in the palace with her family.

Emelia took her time sitting up on her bed feeling pains, tingling from bottom to top. It's as if she hasn't moved for a week. But before she does anything, she needed water. She couldn't make a decent sound except for her hoarse voice. She poured herself a cup of water that was sitting on the bedside drawer.

Why is she back in her room? When was she supposed to be a prisoner for the Vivan Empire? Was she saved by someone? She didn't know because her last memory was her kneeling in front of the black-haired man.

Emelia dragged her legs to the ground, slowly stood up. Her legs were trembling as she walked towards the window. She leaned onto the glass pane, squinting her eyes, looking at the gardens.